The shoal are a calm river until a predator comes, and then they are a million shapes and none, a defined storm that is all the world to them.
The shoal become a river of colour amid the brine, as if they are the performers upon this expansive aquatic stage.
The shoal turn in perfect unison reflecting the light as if their scales were an antique mirror.
In the crystal waters of this Mediterranean cove there are blue fish that swim as one choreographed shoal, each finned dancer in perfect synchrony.
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